Nearing the south entrance, we come upon the Salon’s indisputable main attraction…
Read MoreI pressed the palms of my hands together until they trembled, murmuring: “O love! O love!” many times…
Read MoreWhen jaguars gnaw the quinine from the bark of a red cinchona tree…
Read MoreWill Scottish tea follow in the surprising footsteps of the English wine industry?
Read MoreHarry enters a fugue state and comes to identify as none other than Santa himself…
Read MoreA hearse. Covered in lichen and Spanish moss. It reeks of swamp water and bayou…
Read MoreA second at lunch was always pushing it. But he unscrewed the top of his flask and poured a precise half-cup into it anyway…
Read MoreNowadays, the charm of a Little Switzerland is not a lofty, aesthetic ideal of Romanticism…
Read MoreThe reptile flicks her forked tongue at the butcher and demands free jamón ibérico and Japanese Wagyu beef…
Read MoreThere was a time after the last Ice Age when pine martens thrived all across the British Isles…
Read MoreNobody can deny that there are serious dangers in Alpine climbing…
Read MorePrawn fantails waving at my face like I fainted from a too-tight corset at a Hapsburg opera house…
Read MoreIt’s time to leave Florence and the enchanted myths of the Renaissance behind…
Read MoreThe least conventional poem of the era begins, conventionally enough, with the seasons…
Read MoreLong ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone…
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